I'm a mountain that has been moved. I'm a river that is all dried up. I'm an ocean nothing floats on. I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in I'm a sun that doesn't burn hot. I'm a moon that never
I could be wrong, I could be right. I could be black, I could be white Your time has come your second skin. The cost so high, the gain so low. Walk through the valley. The written work is a lie.